Ariel
Not even a fic as such. Flash fic. Mood piece. Vignette!
Rating: PG, for... imagined nudity and a reference to giving head? I
don't know.
Author's Notes: This has nothing at all to do with the actual prompt
starstillwonder
gave me, but it was definitely inspired by the poem the prompt came from? ...yeah,
k sorry Lana. But this is for you.
Summary: This time, when you think of him, he moves beside you as
if he hears it. (Brian/Justin, 750 words, Season 1 - between 114 and 122
sometime.)
This time, when you think of him, he moves beside you as if he hears it. His
fingers are pale and slim in the blue light cast from over your bed. He's
probably asleep, you think when you turn to face him, and you're right,
he is. He sleeps pressed up beside you, his face serene and quiet, his blond
hair slightly ruffled. These days he usually sleeps that way, even more than
when he actually lived with you. It should be annoying, but at one point or
another he just stopped bothering you. You'll probably be wondering about that
until the very moment he disappears.
(In point of fact, you don't necessarily like him. You think about that
as you're pouring Evian from a bottle into a glass. He's persistent and he's
frustrating and he's, okay, he's fucking hot. You like the way he moves when
he dances, and you like the way he's an artist and your canvas: he looks up
at you, open and empty, and you color him blue and gold and white with the lights
of Babylon and kiss his lips from pink to red. But that's not the same thing
as liking him. Not really.)
He wakes up when you're pouring whiskey and says, "Hey, I want one," in this
voice that implies that he's still sleeping and probably isn't sure what's happening,
or what he's asking for. You don't wonder if it's a coincidence, his waking
just when you have something to give.
"You're too young to drink," you tell him and pour an extra anyway.
Glasses in hand, you go back to bed and sit beside him, over the duvet with
your back against the pillows. He's half-asleep, so his glass sits on your nightstand.
He looks at you anyway and his face is all devotion. Maybe that's why you can't
make yourself make him go away. So you watch him instead, as he lies next to
you on the border between sleep and waking. His eyes are half-open, and so are
his lips as his chest rises and falls – inhale, exhale, slowly, deeply. Uneven
rhythms. He's too far from awake to know you're looking, or to remember it later
if he does notice. Still, it's strange just to watch and so you look away to
the amber in your glass and the blue and white light spreading over the black
floor.
(There's something about sincerity, especially his sincerity, and you're not
sure if you like it or not but it's certainly getting under your skin. You're
not sure if you like that or not, either. It's one of those things.)
Down half a glass of Beam, you glance at him again. This time he's awake and
watching you with unhooded eyes, his fingers flexing just before they rest on
your thigh.
He says, "I knew you'd bring me home," in that whimsical voice he has. "You
know why?" His fingers touch you, running over your thigh in languid strokes,
and his hands are cool and hot at the same time. You'd probably be more comfortable
with this whole arrangement if you weren't sure you knew the reason he has in
mind.
You scoff into your cup. "Because you give good head, especially for a teenager?"
He smiles, and leans his head forward to rest against your leg. "Try again."
Always so cocky. So confident. It should piss you off, but it makes you smile
instead, and you drink half of what remains in the glass with your free hand
in his hair.
(No one can claim you didn't warn him. From the beginning you told him what
this was and was not, but he followed you anyway and look where he is now. He
won't understand how right you were until it's too late. If it isn't already.)
Justin says, "Because... you love me," as he's drifting back to sleep. His body
is warm against you, even through the blankets.
(You don't believe in love. You never have.)
Staring into the darkness, you drink.
-end-